On The Edge Of A Golden World: Anne Boleyn Lives On

Little Saviors

Anne's P.O.V
His eyes hold so much knowledge, like he is ready to take on the world. "My little warrior." Kissing the top of my eldest son's head as he wiggles in my embrace. "He will make a great King." Smiling, I face Henry, who's holding our youngest son as our daughters watch. "What are their names, Papa?" Lizzie glances between both the infant in my arms and her Father's. "Your Mama is holding Prince Alexander. And our Duke of York has yet to be named." We observe Lizzie as she examines her baby brother's features. "He looks like a James." Henry gives me a playful expression. "Well, Anne, what do think? Is he Prince James, Duke of York?" Looking over I see Lizzie pouting, and Belle following in her sisters behavior. "Alright, Prince James it is."

For the first time sense Henry's birth, England once again has a Prince of Wales and Duke of York. Over the pass three days the two of them have grown so much it appears. Alexander's hair lighten to a brown color and kept his original icy blue eyes. Meanwhile, James' hair has started to grow out and I can see his hair will be curly tudor haid, instead of the striaght tudor red Elizabeth has. Although the boys were twins, thier separate personalities already show. James needs attention most of the time, otherwise he begins to cry. Alexander does not cry as much as his younger brother. He perfers to be left alone, unless hungry.

James seems to share his Father's classic tudor temper, but Alexander has yet to show signs of being short tempered. "He'll be our picture perfect prince as my brother Arthure once was." I agree with Henry, rubbing James' head. "We'll need to get a vey displined household for James. They'll have their work cut out for them." We both laugh as James begins to cry out, noticing my focus was no longer on him. "He is going to be a handful." Belle claps her hands. "Hands....hands...hands...." Lizzie shushing her sister, then looks at me. "Mama, will Alexander and James come to live at Hatfield?" I shrug my shoulders, signalling for Henry to take the question. "Yes, my sweet jewel? Why so curious?" Lizzie shrugs her shoulders. "Everyone at Hatfield has been preparing for a Prince to come. No one pays any attention to me."

I nod unerstanding that now might be a good time to make arrangement for a new household for Elizabeth. "Do you want to leave Hatfield, my sweet?" She remains silent. "How about you go back to Hatfield with your siblings for a month or two, and I will arrange your very own household for you at Pembroke Castle." She bounces happily. "Thank you, Mama." Henry pats her head, then kisses Belle's. "Your sister will miss you." Elizabeth stands still then takes Belle's hand in hers. "She can come with me." Henry and I give her a questioning look, but say nothing. "We'll have to think about that one."
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Henry's P.O.V
Observing my family in the moment. I note how this is how it was meant to be all along. If only I'd given Anne the chance the first time around, we could have been this happy sooner. I have my intelligent, beautiful Elizabeth. My bright, bubblely Belle. My calm, knowledgable Alexander & adorable, tempered James. Our family is complete and nothing can go wrong from here. The dark days are officially over.